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The Divine Skies were filled with a buzz that evening as the sun cast an array of intense blues and purples across the skies, lining the snaking clouds that coiled around the tips of the highest of Zanzaria's buildings. That light pierced through a particular glass-tipped skyscraper, flooding the vast room and all its visitors.

Within that room, a special show was being held for high-paying guests willing to see the several performances that had just begun. The Nizzriala, it was called, starting with a display of the most glorious and upcoming fashions that big dog designers had artfully created.

The stage was in the midst of the room with four catwalks stretching in opposite directions. The stage curled up in a spiral staircase that grew into a tiny platform made of a material of crystal that absorbed the sun's violet hues. The models poured out from a portal inside of the bottom platform, and the flickers and clicks of hovercams began.

Every model was both bizarre and unique to one another, from their species to their outfit. One woman had a set of horns that curled wide around her head, adorned with so many golden chimes that one could hardly see the ivory horns anymore. Another had a dress that trailed in a ghostlike fashion above the floor, dissipating into mist and reforming as the model walked. Yet another, an alulan man who was tall, lithe, and handsome, had his plated tail end with what seemed to be the skull of a callandaline, a native Misranan cat. It rose high above his head, growling sassily at the crowd as the man crouched onto the floor at the end of the stage.

Sitting at a table in the back, alone, was a young woman with a set of small blue horns coiled closely to her head of thick, golden-brown curls. Her eyes matched the sapphire of her horns, which also matched her dress, which stood out much less than the models on stage, but was still pricey and expensive compared to most others. It had a slit that started mid-thigh and a fur collar around her shoulders. She leaned her chin atop her fingers, watching with giddy intrigue.